For winter break, my family and I took a trip to my father’s childhood home. I think this photograph captures his comfort level and true image. This is his world. It’s sacred. It’s peace. And a reminder.
To me, this place has been my therapy. When I breathe the natural air, all my worries leave me. I escape the outside world and think of nothing else. This is the legacy I will inherit.
I love the lighting and fog here. The sun shines as brightly as ever during the winter.